Sue's Next Appointment Turns Into A Makeout Session

Courage, Sue, the Invisible Woman thought to herself, as she checked in for her massage appointment. You're a grown woman. You can do this. Have a normal, friendly session with your masseuse. And if she leans in for a kiss? You'll give her a normal kiss back. Perfectly normal.

Sue Storm disrobed, as she always did. Put on the white robe. Opened the door to the massage room.

Nairobi was there. A wicked gleam in her eye. The Invisible Woman froze, her lips parted, head suddenly empty.

The dark young woman leaned forward. She pressed her lips against Sue's. Soft. Tentative. Probing.

Sue breathed in. Her scent, clean and fresh. The Invisible Woman's tongue slid out to touch Nairobi's. A slim, warm hand slid inside Sue's robe, to cup a breast. Sue Storm let herself be pulled into the room, the door shut behind her as her robe slipped to the floor.

For a space of time, there was no one and nothing else. Just hot lips pressed together, two hot bodies pressed against each other. One warm breath shared between them, that unspeakable chemistry as heat blossomed in Sue Storm's loin. Their hands roamed over each other, Nairobi squeezing the pale breasts, while Sue's found that tight, toned ass. They collapsed onto the massage table, Nairobi on top. Sue could taste her saliva, sweet and strange, in her mouth. Her hands found their way down Nairobi's waistband. She ground the young woman's crotch against her thigh.

It was a sensation that Sue Storm had never experienced enough in her life. Had anyone? That magic moment of mingled lust and discovery, the timeless moment when an hour can fly by in a heartbeat, and the lust grows and grows, hotter and hotter, until two hearts seem to beat as one.

Then Sue Storm's communicator chimed.

Nairobi broke the kiss. Her dark eyes dilated.

"Go," she whispered. Then licked her lips. "Until next time."

Years of superheroing **** Sue Storm out from under Nairobi. She used her powers to lift her clothes up and literally leaped into them, already moving as she answered the distress call.

Next time, Sue Storm thought, as her heart hammered.